Something is wrong with my legs. They were always working strange ways. No matter how tired I am, I can walk for miles and miles and miles. But I cannot stand for ten minutes. Whenever I get on a bus or tram, I must take a seat or I feel sick after only two stops.
It would not be such a big problem now, because I am spending my time at home, with my baby, and I should be able to sit all day, or run around with her, which I can do. But Tamara has a ew hobby, which is crawling up and down on the stairs for our sleeping gallery. Unfortunately, she does not move as securely as I wish, and she fell off several times. Luckily, I was always there to catch her, otherwise she would have been hurt, badly.
Maybe if I could stand for longer, I wouldn't hate it so much. But I cannot, so I do. I am sick and tired of eating, drinking, reading and even stitching while standing in the corner, at the base of the staircase, ready to throw away anything if I should see my daughter stuble forward or tip backwards again. I hate it, desperately hate it. My Valentine exchange deadline is here. I have not even started stitching my ornament for January. I did not even buy every floss I need for my Small Stitch exchange. I have not yet finished my sister's Christmas present, for crying out loud! And yet, for the second week running, I am standing guard at the stairs. And some men wonder why not all women want babies. If I would have known how dull and annoying motherhood could be, I would have thought twice about having a baby.
Would have said yes in both cases, though. :)